Seasmoke Friends
Susie, Peter's sister, was standing outside.
"Hey, I heard your date went well last night," I said to the short, thin brunette, referring to one of her many nights with Ian. I ignored the swift tug of jealousy. Every so often, it pointlessly popped into my subconscious, no doubt because I selfishly wanted things to stay just as they were.
Susie was a woman who changed men as often as she did her panties. No one ever seemed to hold it against her. She was, after all, one of the nicest people around. I often wondered which lucky man would keep her interest someday.
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